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Summary: Spike met Sam and it was all teeth.
Spike watched him snap from across the room. Soft eyes were flashing dangerously as low words shot out like bullets. Each hit their mark. Bunch of holes right to the chest and the other guy walked out bleeding.
That one was an angry pup. Beaten down until he attacked whatever came too close.
Spike had one like that before. He'd found it in an alley in London. Its fur was matted to its body and it was growling at him like the little thing was going to rip his throat out.
"Bad doggy," he'd said – and nearly lost a hand.
He loved it even more when it nearly took a chunk out of Angelus'. 'Course the pansy never could take anything that fought back and snapped its neck.
Spike took the vacated seat. The eyes flashed under a mess of brown hair. Lips pulled in a pleasant enough smile – if you didn't notice it was all teeth.
"Hello, pup. What's your name?"
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